What shadows play behind the doors not visited for ages? Each corridor whispers, reflects, murmurs where silence reigns. Behind pauses, those kaleidoscopic visions flutter with transient revelations.

Pondering echoes remain, unnoticed footprints embed in the ethereal hues. Loose petals spill thoughts onto porous walls, confetti of ideas swirling amidst dust.
Where do those yearning echoes originate, if not the depths of uncertain memory?

Inside us all, lies a corridor unnamed.
Open a window and perhaps see the view.
Water mirrors a maze of time, and before the mirrors themselves, the secrets unspun lie waiting...